{"id":"01KFE0G1Z0QJHVJ58ZDV3N7SYV","cid":"bafkreifxfqym6moqd5do65ep6plm75unzrz2utefupmiq4loojebkwdc74","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreih2vmmv2kgs4gpvq5dgrv2mbuf2h7vcm2k33bmdrbwvhrz4kjlffe","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0481.jpg","key":"pdf-page-1768923071979-dpuubokonx8","label":"crimepunishment00dostiala_page_0481.jpg","page_number":481,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":213826,"text":"CRIME AND PUNISHMENT 473\nthe other hand, the gratitude expressed was most glowing and\nwas reinforced by tears from the most sensible of mothers.\nSvidrigailov got up, laughed, kissed his betrothed, patted her\ncheek, declared he would soon come back, and noticing in her\neyes, together with childish curiosity, a sort of earnest dumb\ninquiry, reflected and kissed her again, though he felt sincere\nanger inwardly at the thought that his present would be imme-\ndiately locked up in the keeping of the most sensible of mothers.\nHe went away, leaving them all in a state of extraordinary ex-\ncitement, but the tender mamma, speaking quietly in a half\nwhisper, settled some of the most important of their doubts,\nconcluding that Svidrigailov was a great man, a man of great\naffairs and connections and of great wealth — there was no\nknowing what he had in his mind. He would start off on a\njourney and give away money just as the fancy took him, so\nthat there was nothing surprising about it. Of course it was\nstrange that he was wet through, but Englishmen, for instance,\nare even more eccentric, and all these people of high society\ndidn't think of what was said of them and didn't stand on\nceremony. Possibly, indeed, he came like that on purpose to\nshow that he was not afraid of any one. Above all, not a word\nshould be said about it, for God knows what might come of it,\nand the money must be locked up, and it was most fortunate\nthat Fedosya, the cook, had not left the kitchen. And above\nall not a word must be said to that old cat, Madame Resslich,\nand so on and so on. They sat up whispering till two o'clock,\nbut the girl went to bed much earlier, amazed and rather .sor-\nrowful.\nSvidrigailov meanwhile, exactly at midnight, crossed the\nbridge on the way back to the mainland. The rain had ceased and\nthere was a roaring wind. He began shivering, and for one\nmoment he gazed at the black waters of the Little Neva with a\nlook of special interest, even inquiry. But he soon felt it very\ncold, standing by the water; he turned and went towards Y.\nProspect. He walked along that endless street for a long time,\nalmost half an hour, more than once stumbling in the dark\non the wooden pavement, but continually looking for some-\nthing on the right side of the street. He had noticed passing\nthrough this street lately that there was a hotel somewhere\ntowards the end, built of wood, but fairly large, and its name he","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:11.979Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFCZZ05FKVDDMJJV3YE9Q4WH","peer_label":"crimepunishment00dostiala.pdf","peer_type":"file","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KESYJX0Z6XE0HWTS5N3SDG0B","peer_label":"The Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-20T15:31:12.736Z","ts":"2026-01-20T15:31:14.217Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFCZWTBNJH4WFMS8354919KY"}}